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NORTH GEORGIA TIMES.
8. c. B., n. OAKT4SR, Karo, f t Droprtetor
Onward.
Onward to the grander—
’Tis a song I love to sing,
Cheering all the weary-hearted;
Onward to some higher thing.
Onward to the golden,
To the happy and the true;
Not to tame and hoarded riches,
But some deed of good to do.
Onward to the righteous—
A11 who go at duty’s call,
Here I write them down as heroes,
Though they battle but to fall.
Onward to the noble,
With a spirit not to yield,
With a heart for any weather,
And the truthful for a shield.
-[W. A. Havener, in Times-Democrat.
A COSTLY MISTAKE.
“You won’t forget, Thomas?” said
rid Mr. Millingham.
“No, Uuole Bob, I won’t forget”
“Because, you know,” said Mr.
Millingham, with a troubled counte¬
nance, “a man looks so old without
»uy teeth. And I’m not sixty yet—not
until next week.”
“No—to-be-sure, Uncle Bob!”
“And that dentist promised them a
ircek ago—ten days ago!” added the
aid gentleman.
“Dentists never do keep their word,
you know,” soothed his nephew. ,
“And, Thomas, if there are any
choice violets and roses in market, you
may send mo down a box by express,
you know,” added Mr. Millingham,
pretending to beintent on the scientific
chipping of his egg-shell.
Thomas, the irreverent, burst into a
jreat roar ot laughter.
“Hello!” said lie. “So yon really
Intend to give me an aunt-in-law, do
you, Uncle Boh?”
Mr. Millingham assumed a de
meanor of great dignity.
“Is there anything so ridiculous in
that?” said lie. i » Didn’t I just tell
you I wasn’t sixty yet?”
“But, Uncle Bob, who is it?” per¬
sisted Tom Tatlock. “Do you know,
I’ve heard some sort of a rumor of
this in the village, but I simply laughed
at ’em.
“Oh, you did, eh?” said Mr. Milling
aam, much offended. “I’m glad you
ire so easily amused. But isn’t it ten
j’clock, Thomas. If you moan to
catch that ten twenty-five train,you’ve
no time to lose.”
“If I can’t walk a mile and a half
In twenty minutes,” observed Tom,
helping himself to a fresh slice of cold
boiled beef, “I deserve to be cashiered.
Just a drop more coffee, Uncle Bob.
Really, your housekeeper does make
. superb coffee! Now then, where’s my
ulster and gripsack?
“1 wonder,” Mr. Tatlock pondered
to himself, as he walked, with the
long, swinging strides which pro
claimed the practiced athlete, down
toward Applegate Depot, “who it is
that has woven a network around dear
old Uncle Bob? Whoever it is, I hope
she’ll make him happy. Bui the idea
of a frosty-haired old cove like him
thinking of matrimony 1”
And at the idea Thomas Tatlock
laughed so heartily that ho had.to stop
and pick up the gripsack, which es¬
caped ^romjps hands. 1
i “It is too good a joke!” said-he.
. Just at this -particular turn of the
road a pretty Gothic mansion of cut
Btone with marble trimmings came in
view. A rather mature young lady,
In an extremely youthful l«ti garland¬
ed with poppies, came out on .the
piazza, leading an asthmatic pug dog
by a blue ribhftn.
She waved a neatly-kidded hand to-.
ward the young mail, which gesture
he cordially returned.
“May 1 come in?” ho called out.
The mature young lady coquettislil/
drew out a jeweled watph, aud mor
tioned toward tho red top of the dis
taut railway station.
Thomas shook his head, laughing;
but he accepted the hint.
“Yes, I know,” said he. “Express
trains, like time.and tide, wait for no
man.”
And waving his hat, he plunged
down the steep hill, reaching the little
station only in time to jump on board
the train.
Thomas Tatlock was an embryo M.
D., whose brand-new shingle hod only
*|ing out, and whose ambi
fouudless.
jrvancella Sf' tasnoincon
m \ We heiress, r ,ot especially
, and TI Jf Aspirations in
Kt direction# 'i had not as
jt breathed «« of them to the
ode who had furnished him with an
SPRING PLACE. GA.. THURSDAY. MAY \ 1891.
education and an outfit of surgical in¬
struments and medical books.
“Time enough for that when Bhe ac¬
cepts me,” said he to himself. “The
governor is a jolly old soul, bnt he’d
poke no end o£ fun at me if I couldn’t
hit it off. And it would be a comical
conglomeration if we should both hap¬
pen to get spliced at the same time!”
Mr. Tatlock went back to New York
and counted his money. He looked
tentatively at the check which good
Uncle Bob had given him.
“Yes,” he said to himself, “I think
it will do. Those silky-jacketed King
Charles fellows cost a pot of money;
but she’s fond of dogs, and a fellow
has got to make a bold stroke once in
awhile. Francie shall have the pret¬
tiest King Charles in Barker’s store,
and I’ll follow the matter right up
with a proposal. I hope Uncle Bob
will be equally expeditious—ha, ha,
ha!”
And once more Doctor Tom burst
out into a peal of hearty laughter.
“I mustn’t forget ills flowers, the
dear old chap!” said he. “Nor yet
his false teeth!”
He was as good as his word. He
had not been iu New York six hours
before he had interviewed the florist
and Doctor Pulljaws. Violets and
long-stemmed roses were reasonably
cheap, as the snows of March were
just melting under the sunshine of
April, and the Easter demand was
over.
Doctor Pulljaws was full of abject
apologies; the new “upper and lower
plate” had been unaccountably mislaid
behind a box of assorted teeth which
was to be sent, per steamer, to Squth
America.
He could not possibly imagine, he
said, how it had happoned. He deeply
regretted the inconvenience to which
he had put his old friend, Mr. Milling
ham; and as ho spoke lie wrapped up
the useful article iu pink jeweler’s
wool and layers innumerable of Silver
paper.
“Now, then,” said Doctor Tom,
“I’ll go and buy that dog, and then
the matter’ll be settled.”
When he returned, a strange miracle
had worked itself. Nothing short of
a patient had appeared upon the scene
—a gentleman with a broken leg, who
had been carried in from the adjoin¬
ing square, where a semi-inebriated
cabman had achieved the distinction
of running over him.
Doctor Tom Tatlock set the leg in
the most modern style aud felt a thrill
of triumph. Then he remembered
what time it was and rushed franti¬
cally to the express office and sent his
parcels off, the curly King Charles
desperately yelping behind the bars of
his temporary prison-house, and tho
hot-house flowers breathing sweetness
even through their damp cotton-wool/
that almost neutralized a package of
Limburgei cheese that was packed di¬
rectly under it.
Doctor Tom breathed a sigh of re¬
lief aa ho wont back to liis office
again.
But the reader, not being a medical
man, trammeled with office hours, is
privileged to follow the packets to
their final destination.
“Please, sir, the express agent ’ave
left a box,” said Hannah, Mr. Mil
lingbam’a old housekeeper, holding the
door one-sixteenth of an inch open—
for her master bad a pious horror of
‘draughts, “Paid!”
“It’s all right, ” said Mr. Milling¬
ham, adding, to himself, “The teeth
—and high time, too; and probably
the flowers, also.”
“Marked ‘Forward without loss of
time!”' added Hannah.
“Perishable!” nodded Mr. Milling¬
ham. “I see I”
“With Mr. Tom’s card tied to ifc”
said the aid servant, whose enuncia¬
tion was extremely slow and distinct
“And it’s barkin’ and whinm* dread¬
ful!” ,,
“What!” shouted Mr. Millingham.
“And please, sir,” went on Hannah,
“if you’ll please to come and unchain
it yourself, for I always 'ad a ’orror
o’ them things hever since my heidest
brother was bit by a mad dog an’ came
near losin’ ’is life.”
“Woman,” said Mr. Millingham,
“ what are you talking of? Unchain
a box of flowers? Unchain a set of
false teeth?”
“Please, sir, it’s a dorg!” explained
Hannah.
“A—dog!”
Mr. Millingham started back. He
bad an inherited fear of dogs, ms
father and grandfather before him
had hated dogs.
“It’s—it’s one of Thomas’ hateful
practical jokes,” said he, mopping hte
forehead with a pocket handkerchief.
“That boy never will learn wisdom.
Ring the stable bell, Hannah. Tell
Dennis to bring up a loaded revolver
and shoot the brute. Really I’ve put
up with a great deal from Thomas,
but there is a limit to humau endur¬
ance !*’
Miss MarUn’s elegant villa was the
next place at which the ill-omened ex¬
press wagon paused to deliver goods.
The white-capped and ruffled
aproned maid came smirking iu, for
she was\ neither blind nor deaf, and
had already hazarded several ^shrewd
guesfes as to the state .of feeling be¬
tween Miss Martin and the young doc
tor.
“A package from Doctor Tatlock,
miss,” said she. “Two packages—
one little and oue big. How’s your
toothache, miss?”
Francella Martin put down the hand¬
glass which she had been dolorously
holding before her face.
Her front teeth were blackened with
insidious decay, aud ono was gone, so
that Miss Martin’s occasional smile
was not as unreservedly sweet as i*
might have been.
“How do you know they were from
the doctor, Jane?” said Miss Francella,
blushing.
“Here’s his card tied to ’em, miss,”
said Jane, with an incipient giggle—
“to both of ’em.”
"Such roses 1” said Miss Martin,
ecstatically, as she opened the larger
box—“such Neapolitan violets!”
“Do look at the other, miss!” ex¬
claimed eager Jane. “I’ll go bail it’s
a bracelet!”
Miss Martin opened it, and dropped
the precious inclosuro with a scream.
“Well, I never!” cried Jane, stoop¬
ing to recover it. “A double set of
false teeth—sent to you, with his
card!”
Francella burst into floods of semi
hysterical tears.
“I—I knew my teeth were defect¬
ive,” she wailed, “but it wasn’t for
him to remind me of it 1 Fling the
odious thing out of the window, Jane.
I’ll never speak to him again!”
Doctor Tom Tatlock’s mail was not
a thing of joy to him the next day. It
contained two letters, and this was
their respective contents.
The first one also contained a set of
false teeth, packed in cottonwool, and
read:
“Mb. T. Tatlock : Sir—I regret that rov
teeth do not meet your approval. But when
I require false ones I prefer to order them
myself. May I request that henceforth your
visits be discontinued! 1
Fbancklla Martin.”
The second was iu Uncle Bob’s
handwriting.
“Thomas: Your vajgar practical joke In
sending me a dog by express is the last straw
that breaks the camel’s back. Hencefor¬
ward I desire neither to see nor hear from
you. R. Millingham.”
Tom’s letters of explanation were
returned unopened, and the next week
he heard that his undo and Miss Mar¬
tin were engaged.
He groaned deeply.
“Just my luck!” said ho. “Aud
just because of the merest little mis¬
take."—[Saturday Night.
The Opium Habit in China.
In conversing with a Japanese gen
tlemau recently 1 obtained some in¬
teresting and truly Oriental inside in¬
formation regarding the prevalence of
the opium habit in China, in which
country my informant resided for
some years. He says that at home the
lower classes, corresponding to our
Clestical indwellers, are not, as a rule,
addicted to the insidious habit Opium
smoking is, in fact, much above the
average of their purses, but the mer-.
cautile and upper classes are, with
some honorable exceptions, given up
to “hitting the pipe.” Tho very
officials ijho promulgate edicts for.
bidding the people to use the drug are
themselves, iu most cases, victims of
the habit, and the bouse of a wealthy
Chfnaman is pretty apt to contain a
special room fitted up iu gorgeous
style and provided with a parapher¬
nalia necessary for the enjoyment of
opium smoking.—[New York Snn.
A young lady who was shown the
bright planet Venus through the tele¬
scope, said: “Oh, isn’t is lovely?
Now please show.me Adonis.”
TROPIC PLEASURES.
Out-Door Recreations of the
People of Buenos Ayres.
A Public Park Where the Rich
Argentines Congregate.
Buenos Ayres has its Bois de Bo
logne or Rotten Row in the Parque 3 de
Fcbrcro, situated to the north of the
town, and close to tho liver. On our
way to this rather distant park we have
an opportunity of seeing some of tho
lmndsoment modern houses in the cap¬
ital, in flic vicinity of tho Calle Jun
cal, Avcnida de la llepublica, and
Avenida General Alvear, the last a fine
broad and long road, destined some
day to vie with tho Parisian Avenue
du Bois de Bologne. Few of these
specimens of domestic architecture are
remarkable for good taste or originali¬
ty ; tho models are almost invariably
borrowed from France, and adapted
to Argentine needs with little discern,
ment. One millionaire wants a small
Pitti Palace built; another prefers the
Chateau of Blois; a third requires a
copy of a neat Renaissance villa that
he saw in the Parc Monceaux at Paris,
always with the addition of a little
more ornament; and as there is no
building stone in the Argentine, cary¬
atides, capitals, pillars, balconies, cor¬
nices, and every moulding and detail,
are made of 6tucco by ingenious
Italian workmen, who build up re¬
markable monuments of insincerity
over a simple framework of brick and
iron. *
The Parque 3 de Fcbrero, commonly
known as Palermo, is prettily laid out
and covered with fine trees and shrubs,
but, with the exception Of the two
avenues—planted, the one,With palm
trees, the other with firs—where the
daily show of carriages takes place,
the walks and roads j are not kept up
with all the care that/fcould be desired.
Iu double file the procession of car¬
riages moves up oho side and down
the other, finder the superintendence
of mounted police; a few horsemen
canter in the intervening space be¬
tween the lines of carriages; amazons
are very rare; loungers and spectators
on the sidewalk are also rare. There
is really little to distinguish the prom¬
enade of Palermo from the usual dull
staring match which all great capitals
have in one form or another. Its chief
characteristic is a want of animation;
it is silent and funereal; the women
in the carriages mute and expres¬
sionless, seem fulfilling a doleful duty
as they sit in the coupeB, landaus, or
victoria.s,often drawn by flue Traken
en, English, or French horses, im¬
ported, like the carriages, at great ex¬
pense. The latest mania amongst the
rich Argentines is to have imported
carriage horses and handsome car¬
riages. You even see young “bloods,”
marvelously clad in putty-colored or
epeam coats, adorned with broad
seams and buttons as large as a saucer,
perched on lofty English dog-carts,
and trying to drtve tandem. In short,
so far as concerns horses and carriages,
Palermo makes an excellent display.
As for ladies, yon see many girls of
striking beauty, but very few mature
women who are not disfigured by ex¬
cess of adipose deposit and both old
and young abuse poudre de riz and
voloutine. The costumes of the
ladies of Buenos Ayres is entirely a la
Parisienne.
Still to the north of the town—the
one near Palermo and the other at
Belgrano—are two pleasant race¬
courses, the Hippodromo Argentino
and the Hippodromo Nacional, with
fine and picturesquely situated tracks
and tastefully designed tribunes. On
oue or the other courses there. are
races on Sundays and fete-days during
the winter months, under the direc¬
tion of a jockey club, and with all the
formalities aud apparatus of tho race
meetings of Europe. The Argentines
are becoming great buyers of European
racing stock, and they already have
their stud-book and important and
well-stocked racing stables. As
races are usually a pretext in
civilized countries for gatherings
of elegance and fashion, I went to
the meetings at Buenos Ayres on
several occasions, but my observations
were each time identical. In the
tribune of the members of the Jockey
Club I counted about a dozen ladies;
the rest of the public was composed of
men and boys. For this rough horde
Vol. XI. New Series. NO. 14.
of human beings the only Interest that
the races offered was the betting, con¬
ducted in the Argentine, as in Europe*
by means of tho mutual pool or pari
mutuel system. On each race the
totals amounted to fifty and sixty
thousand dollars, and the moment the
ruce was over there was a roar of
many feet and a stampede from the
tribune to the paying offices.—[Har¬
per’s Magazine.
The Secret Mail of India.
What is known as the “secret mail”
of India lias for more than. a genera¬
tion perplexed the English mind, and
is still a profound mystery, although
numberless attempts have been made
to explain it. Every one who lias
lived long in Asiatic countries is
aware that the accurate knowledge of
important happenings at a distance is
often possessed by the natives a con¬
siderable time before it is obtained by
the government, even through special
facilities had been provided for the
transmission of the news.
This was freguently and conspicu¬
ously illustrated throughout the Sepoy
rebellion. Happenings oocurnng
hundreds of miles away were usually
known in the bazars hours and some¬
times days before the news reached the
authorities, aud the information ob¬
tained was regarded as so trustworthy
that the natives speculated upon it
even to the full extent of their for¬
tunes. Indeed, upon one occasion the
“secret mail” beat tho government
courier by fully twelve hours, al¬
though every endeavor had been made
to secure the swiftest despatch.
The Hindoos themselves say, when
they consent to talk about it at all,
that they depend neither upon horses
nor men, and have no secret code of
signals, but that they do possess a
system of thought transmission, which
is as familiar to them as is the electric
telegraph to the Western world. Any
ono may accept this explanation that
will.
But though most people with less
fonduesB for the mysterious and a
a better knowledge of the weakness of
the Hindoos for making griddles of
the simplest facts will look for more
prosaic explanation, it remains to be
said that none has been forthcoming.
The “secret mail’ll is an indubitable
reality, aud no Westerner has ever
succeeded in solving its mystery.
If news is transmitted by signals no
one lias ever seen the signalers; nor if
there is a vast system of stages in
operation, covering hundreds and
thousands of miles, has any one ever
come across any of its machinery?
And, indeed, it would seem that some
means of communication must be at
the cojnmand'Of the natives more
rapid than horses or runners.—[Provi¬
dence Journal.’
Rhubarb.
Of rhubarb there are imported into
tliis country something more than 100,
000 pounds per annum, and there seems
no good reason why the entire amount
should not be produced here. The
best'mcdicinal species are indigenous
in Russia aud Turkey; they are similar
in appearance to the common “pie¬
plant” grown in all our gardens, but
somewhat larger. Probably much of
the articles of commerce comes from
this latter source. The part of com¬
mercial importance iB the root, and an
extract made from it, which is em¬
ployed extensively in a certain pro¬
prietary medicine which is largely ad¬
vertised as .valuable for children’s
complaints. Ono of the drawbacks to
its cultivation in this country is that,
as with ginseng, it takes a long
time to reach maturity—not less
than four years from the seed;
and, as a rule, we are too impatient
to await such a lapse of time between
“seed-time and harvest.” After tfie
roots are matured they are Jif ted either
in autumn, or in early spring before
the leaves are started; are then divest¬
ed of all small fibres, and thoroughly
cleaned by washing. After drying in
the sun for several days they are cut
into thin slices; and, after a further
due exposure to the suu, a hole is
bored in each slice and they are strung
on a thread until completely cured.
The pieces*are then put through a fin¬
ishing process by being placed in a
close cylinder, where they arc subject¬
ed to abrasion by rapid revolution.
This smooths their surfaces, liberat¬
ing, at the same time, a fine dust or
powder which envelops each piece,
with a fine broom, like that upon the
surface of a ripe plum.—rlnde pendent
According to itetrord's Magazine, fhe
last few months have been marked by a
widespread revival inventor of the ilying-machine
project. An of Komorn, in
western Hungary, is importuning the
Austrian Government for patents and
subvention; the French Secretary of
War has received four or five different
proposals for the construction of naviga¬
ble airships; and a company organized
at Mount Carmel, Illinois, hopes to over¬
come all difficulties by the employmeut
of aluminum, and to surprise the coming
World’s Exposition with flotillas of air
cruisers. The difficulty of counteracting
the law of gravity is really tho crucial
machines point of the problem. Substantial
will require an enormous
motive power, aud large balloons will
always be apt to be at the mercy of the
winds. The question how large birds
evade that dilemma iuvolvcs a puzzle by
no logical means yet clearly solved by physio¬
chemistry. A turkey-buzzard,
indeed, stirring seems able to float for hours
without his wings; but a dead
vulture, stuffed, iu that position, would
at once drop like a log.
“I remember,” said a veteran New
Yorker, “that night during the July
riots in 1803 when the late Leonard
Jerome took command of the Gatling
gun in front of the Times office in City
llall square. I myself was in the Times
office that night, and was not far from
Mr. Jerome till long after midnight.
Things were dangerous and alarming in
City Hall square, and the mob was
rampant iu the city. There were two of
the Gatling guns—which were then
novelties—in front of the Times build¬
ing, and Mr. Jerome was in charge of
ono of them, while Mr. Raymond was
ready to take tho other. Mr. Jerome
was then about 40 years of age, tall and
well built, and as ho stood behind the
line of riflos, fully prepared for business
at any moment, he looked like a born
commander, lie was perfectly self-pos¬
sessed, was wholly fearless of the rioters,
who could bo seen in City Hall Para
through the darkness, duty and had a full
knowledge of his under the circum¬
stances. He was on the alert for hours,
waiting it. It on well the attack for tho and rioters prepared for
was that they
shrank away from his terror-bearing
Gatling opened fire gun, for them if there Mr. Jerome had
on would have
been slaughter. I believe he would have
chased them through the streets, as
things were all ready for the pursuit, and
that tho riot would very soon have been
brought to an end in all head the regions that
ho could cover. His was perfectly
cool alt the time, but he was not the less
ready for action on that account.”
The La lcTUT Delighted.
The pleasant effect and the perfect safety
with which ladles may use the liquid fruit lax¬
ative, Syrup of Figs,under all conditions make
It their favorite remedy. It is pleasing to the
eye and to the taste, gentle, yet effectual in
acting on the kidneys, liver and bowels.
A movement Is on foot in Paris against cost¬
ly funeral s.
Ladikb needing a tonic, or children who
want building up, should take Brown’s Iron
Bitters. It is pleasant to take, cures Complaints, Malaria,
Indigestion, Blood Biliousness ami.LI ver
makes the rich and pure.
Daring the past year 81188 new books were
issued by the American publishing houses.
now a luxuriant suit of hair, no ijfljSf
Stats or Onto, City or Touso, i f "•
Lucas County,
Frank J. Cbsnsy makes oath that he is the
senior partner of the firm of F. J. Cbsnsy *
Co., doing business >n the City ot Toledo, said
County will and (State the aforesaid, One Hundred and that Dollars
firm and pay sum of of Catahbb that
for eaoh every case oan
not be cured by the use of Hall’s Catarrh
Cubs.
Frank J. Chkmy.
Sworn to before me and subscribed In my
pr e s ence, this 6th day^of ^Dtcember^A. D., 1866.
Hall’s Catarrh Curs is taken internally Wntary PubUe. and
acta directly on the blood and mucous sur¬
faces of the system. Bend for teetlmoulals,
fiee. f. Co., Toledo,
F. Chunky A O.
Sold by Druggists, 75o.
FITS stopped free by Dr. Klinh’s Great
Nbryi Restorer. No Fits after first day’s
use. Marvelous cures. Treatise Arch St., and Phlla.. £! trial
bottle free. Dr. Kline. 981 Pa.
Spring
Medicine
Ib bo important that
everybody and knows value. its And ne¬
cessity
there’s nothing equal to
Hood’s
Sarsaparilla to
Purify appetite the Blood, and
create an
overcome That Tired
Feeling.
100 Doses
One Dollar
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Our Well MONEY!
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